"I guess maybe he will." Then, after a short silence. "Mother—you've got me, you know. You know—you've always got me, dear."
"Yes." She would not let him hear the sob in her voice. She crept close, and spoke cheerfully in his best ear. "And you've got me, Johnny Boy!"
"Thank the Lord, I have!"
So, counting their blessings, they fell asleep at last. But, even in sleep, one set of lashes was strangely wet.
"Christopher Jinks, what a drift!"
"Lucky we weren't two hours later."
"Sh-h—they might hear us."
"Nan, stop laughing, or I'll drop a snowball down your neck!"